Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.